For Water

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This story happened two nights ago. My husband woke me up in the middle of the night and asked me to get him some water. I grumbled a bit, but went into the kitchen anyway, without turning on any lights, as I know all the routes in the house by heart.

After filling up with water from the tap, I headed back. As I passed the pantry, I heard something fall. I stopped, turned on the pantry light, and opened the door. Something hairy, blue, immediately jumped onto my face and started scratching it. I screamed and, tearing the strange creature away from my face with my hand, threw it into the corner. It fell to the floor, rose, and jumped toward the window, breaking the glass in the process, before disappearing into the yard.

My husband came running at my scream. After I told him everything, he grabbed a flashlight and went out into the yard to look for the creature. He searched the entire yard, but found no sign of it.

 Now I sit with a bandaged face, and my husband now brings me water.

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